A moment later I heard a voice behind me say, "I'm Greg Matthews. How may I help you?"

I turned an froze and the look on his face was sheer panic. I was looking into the face of the man I had fucked at the video store.

Trying to remain professional, I said as calmly as possible "Mr. Matthews, I'm Mark Rivers, with Collins Distributing. I believe you contacted our offices with some concerns about the way our salesman was handling your account."

As we entered the office he left instructions that we were not to be disturbed.

After closing the door, h turned and asked, "Okay, what's going on?"

"Mr. Matthews, your are not any more shocked than I am. I am here to discuss your letter and it is sheer coincidence that we met last night."

"May I call you Mark?" he asked.

"Sure."

"I'm Greg, and I nearly shit when you turned around. The first thing that came to mind was that you might start something."

I smiled and said, "That would never happen."

"Well, may I ask that everything that happened..."

I stopped him and said, "Everything that happened is no one else's business but yours and mine. I have no intention of saying anything to anyone."

"Thanks," he replied. "Now, how can I help you?"

We discussed his letter and I had copies of the orders Ted had written and we went out on the floor and found empty spaces for merchandise that Ted should have ordered. Greg looked at me and said, "Friday, I called in an order that is to be delivered Wednesday."

I apologized and assured him hat things would change.

"Well, since you're here checking things out, there is something else I think you should know. On the days he comes in, when he finishes writing the order and leaves, my secretary suddenly starts feeling bad and has to leave. I thought it strange and followed her one day and she went straight to his motel room. I know that they are both married and her husband is a friend of mine. I hate what she is doing to him."

"Thanks for letting me know. I'll put it in my report and since my boss doesn't tolerate things like this, after I see some other customers with complaints, I'll be back this weekend and watch him on Monday an get proof for myself."

He told me where he usually stayed and asked where I was staying. When I told him, he smiled ad asked, "Will you be there tonight?"

I knew why he asked and said, "I sure will. Room 110."

He smiled an to my surprise gave me a quick yet hot tongue kiss.

I made a couple more calls from nearby towns and they also said he was in an out in a rush, and never ordered items that were low.

That evening shortly after six, there was knock on my door. It was Greg an he insisted on taking me to dinner. And after dinner, he spent several hours with me in my room. Being a cum lover, I wanted his load as my after dinner treat, and he didn't disappoint me. I wanted his cum and he wanted y cock in his ass. We gave each other what we wanted more than once.

The next morning I left , heading for the next customer, amazed that I had managed to get so much cum this early in the week, and I wasn't complaining.

Having passed several cars on the freeway, I returned to the right lane, and began remembering the brothers at the garage, the trucker, and Greg. My cock became rock hard and I began rubbing it.

I was rubbing away when I realized that an on ramp had added a third lane n my direction an that an eighteen heeler was riding right next to me. I made sure it was clear for to change lanes and moved over to h left lane. When I did, I looked over at the hot trucker who was looking at me and smiling. He then pointed o me and then to his crotch. I new that he was asking me if I wanted his cock. I smiled and I nodded 'yes'. He motioned for me to follow him.

I did, and several miles later he pulled into small rest area and motioned for me to come to is rig. I did and climbed into the passenger seat. He immediately said, "Buddy, I don't do anything except get my cock sucked. If you want to blow me I can promise you two loads but if you try anything else, I'll beat the shit out of you."

I looked at him and said without expression, and said, "You feed me your loads and I'll be one happy man."

He moved into his sleeper and dropped his pants and I immediately got on my knew and began to lovingly suck his long slim cock.

"Fuck it, man, you know how to suck," he said.

Moments later, his cock swelled an soon erupted filling my mouth with a huge, according to him, three day load. "Keep going," he said softly. I continued working his cock with my mouth. It softened slightly then after a few minutes it began to stiffen again. His breathing became more rapid and I knew he was nearing his second load. A moment later his cock exploded and fed me another nice load.

He took deep breath and said, "Bud, that felt so fucking good. You're the best cock sucker I have ever had. I'm not sure I can feed you another load or not, but you are welcome to see if you can get third one out of me."

I returned to sucking his cock and it took a little longer but I did indeed get a third smaller load out of his cock. Once I had milked it dry, he stood and quickly pulled up his pants and his manner changed instantly. As he pulled up his pants, he said harshly, "Get the fuck out of my rig right now, you fucking homo."

It was if he somehow didn't want to admit that he had asked for it and enjoyed it.

I returned to my journey and checked into a small motel in my next stop. The clerk was in his early twenty, very polite, masculine, good looking and a college student named Ben.

I went to my room and after relaxing for a while, I went to dinner. I returned and made some notes to give the boss then showered. It was just after eleven when I stepped out of the shower and hard a knock on my door. Wrapping my towel around me, I answered the door to find Ben standing there with several fresh towels.

"I thought you might need these," he said as he eased passed me with the towels. I casually closed the door and turned to face him thanking him for his thoughtfulness. It was the that I noticed the nice thick bulge in his jeans. Seeing it, my own cock began to stiffen, creating an obvious mound behind my towel.

Ben noticed immediately and stepped up to me and as he rubbed my bulge asked, "Is there anything else I can do for you ?"

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